TO DIONYSUS DAYS Hidden far away from the fire Counterfeiter of the king's gold We are eating banquet of withered stars We are signing secret ways But now the wind of return is blowing Now the sun is rising up over the waves Burn the banners and unfurl the sails We will meet far away from here... Where the sun is burnin', where whyskey doesn't cost too much To the neverending days Where the name of the heretic triumphants is echoes Where the ghosts rule and men don't known the meaning of hierarchy To Dionysus Days.... We distill this nectar from the fallen petals Bitter as the sound of the swords Distilled with the darkest tears Darker than the war clouds But now the wind of return is blowing Now the sun is rising up over the waves Burn the banners and unfurl the sails We will meet far away from here... Where the sun is burnin', where whyskey doesn't cost too much To the neverending days Where the name of the heretic triumphants is echoes Where the ghosts rule and men don't known the meaning of hierarchy To Dionysus Days....